Page 3 of Opening Night in the Sound Booth

“So good. Too good. You’re gonna make me…” I grab her face and pull her off seconds before I lose control. My cock aches, twitching in protest, balls throbbing.

I stand, pulling her to her feet with me, then spinning us and pushing her down into the chair I just vacated. Surprised by the sudden role reversal, she gasps.

“I can’t let you have all the fun.” I lift her full skirts over my head and find the top of her panties with my hands. “Lift.”

She does as I ask and lifts her hips for me, allowing me to drag her underwear down her thick thighs and all the way to her ankles.

I bunch her skirt up at her waist, taking in the sight of her glistening pussy. Dark curls obstruct my view, so I gently part them, revealing the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. I trail my thumb over her vulva and look up at her, desperate to see her reaction. She’s looking back at me with hooded eyes and rosy cheeks.

I hold her gaze as I stick out my tongue and sweep it up her center. She squirms, like she’s trying to get away from me, but grips my hair like she’s trying to pull me closer.

The noises coming through the speakers from Katie seem to provoke Heather and push her on.

“Oh, oh, oh, fuck.” Her hips buck on a moan. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her curse before. “I didn’t know… so good. So fucking good. You’re such a good boy, sucking my clit. Now, stick your tongue inside of me and swirl it around. I need…” she gasps. “Yes!”

Pride swells in my chest at seeing her reactions. She wraps her legs around my shoulders, squirms, tugs my hair, pushes me against her into my own personal heaven. Her uninhibited pleasure makes me so fucking hard.

“That’s it, yes,” she says. “So good. Ah! Ah! Yesss!”

She tenses everywhere. Her legs shoot out straight over my shoulders. Her back arches. Throwing her head back, she shakes. Gushes all over my tongue. The sweet, tart taste is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, and I feel nearly intoxicated by it.

I lift my head to look at her, wearing a stupid grin. She shakes her head back and forth and clutches her hair with one hand. When she looks down at me, her eyes are dark and she looks almost drunk.

“Wow.” A little giggle slips past her lips. So different from the seductive persona she started out with. Her sigh is happy and content.

I’m still a ball of tense energy, my cock protruding out of my open jeans. But she looks so satisfied, I’m not sure I want to push for more. I love the look she’s giving me right now. I think I could die happy right here, even if I never get to be inside her.

My cock twitches. Okay, maybe it would be nice to fuck her first. I chuckle at my errant thoughts, and Heather meets my gaze with a smile that’s too shy for what we just did.

“We can stop,” I offer.

“Absolutely not.” She swipes her thumb across my bottom lip, wiping away her release. Her white teeth gleam at me between her plump lips. “I’ve waited long enough. I want to experience all of it. Everything.”

“Everything, huh?”

She smirks and reaches between us to fist my cock. “Well, we don’t have to do everything tonight. We should save some of my list for later.”

“You have a list?”

She bites her bottom lip and nods. The way this girl can swing from wild sexual confidence to bashful uncertainty is staggeringand surprisingly arousing. I both want to corrupt her and have her corrupt me.

“How the hell are you still a virgin?”

She looks down at her hand, casually teasing my cock. “I’ve kind of had my eye on someone and didn’t think he was interested.”

If she’s implying what I think she’s implying, I could shoot myself. But there’s no use beating myself up about the past. We’re here now. I’m gonna need to send Katie a gift basket for leaving her mic on and starting all this. Puck, too, for sending Heather up here.

“So… um…" She shifts uncomfortably. "I didn’t mean to imply that this has to be anything more than… I mean, we don’t have to save anything for later. There doesn’t have to be a later.” She stumbles over her words in the most adorable way.

“There’s going to be a later. We have an entire list to work through.” I run my hands up her sides and hook my fingers over the top of her bodice.

“It’s an extensive list.” She’s breathless and the way she pants makes her chest heave beautifully. The corset is tight, and she’s already half spilling out of it. I give it a good tug, then slip my hands inside and lift her breasts until they’re uncovered and propped over the heavy boning of her corset. They’re even better than I ever imagined.

She’s not like the spindly ballerinas, she’s got heft and shape to her and I fucking adore it. Her plump breasts spill out of my hands. So fucking gorgeous. Large, dark areola. Buttery, soft skin.

I let my palms roam. Fondling, squeezing, groping her like a horny teen. She grins and lets me play for a minute before she pulls me into a kiss, tugging me up to standing as she does.

It’s a kiss that promises so much more.

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